Where's My Blue Bird of Happiness?

I didn't start Spring Flowers last night. When I went to pull the floss, I realized that I had hardly any of it. I spent most of the night addressing the belated New Year cards instead; just one batch left to do (international friends and family). I don't know what I am going to work on tonight. Everything I look for seems to be hidden away.

I finished the May Monthly Mania this morning on the El. On the way home, I started June to the sounds of this kid hockling away. It was sort of a snot snort mixed with kennel cough (if your dog's had that, you won't soon forget it). I think he must be really sick, like with some kind of lung disease rather than just bad manners and a cold. But even while I chant, "it's medical, it's medical" to myself, it's grossing me out so much that I actually dry heaved tonight. So that's what it's like on my commute (this is the second day with that kid; I'm going to have to leave earlier).

Dear readers, I wish I had the energy to make this post even remotely interesting, but it's all just weighing rather heavily on me right now.